Famous Dex - Leak (Feat. Jay Critch)
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Текст песни Famous Dex - Leak (Feat. Jay Critch)
[Intro: Famous Dex] Ha, you know what I'm sayin'? (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney, ooh) ChaseTheMoney (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney) Wassup, Critch? (Weird vs Crazy, yuh, ha, what, yah, hah) How we doin'? (This is an official DJ Shon mixtape release) (Ohh man god damn, what?) [Verse 1: Famous Dex] Bad bitch, suck on my dick, huh I just pulled up wit' a stick, huh (It's the gang, homie) Yeah, I'm sippin' on lean I'm drinkin' that [?], I'm feelin' like Critch Hey, fuck yo' lil' bitch every day She better give me that face Baby [?], she give me brain, [?] I be gettin' money, you a dummy Swear to god, I put dick right down her tummy You niggas so bummy I can't talk 'cause you dummy Fiend, sippin' on all this lean Ooh, the money on me You can call me "Money machine," ha Yeah, I got it Run up on me with a rocket, swear he ain't got shit, huh Yeah, I pop me a [?] Got a big lil' bitch, swear to god she'll suck dick, huh, ooh, yuh Baby girl, suck on that dick though And I get mad, and I get mad Gettin' money, givin' money, yeah, big doors, bitch [Interlude: Famous Dex & Jay Critch] Bitch, you know what I'm sayin'? I-I-I don't— I don't even do all that talk shit, all that flex shit, you know what I'm sayin'? Like I said, I got so much blue cheese (Huh, what?) I'ma let this person talk their shit, you know what I'm sayin'? Jay Critch, talk to 'em, ya dig (Hey!) [Verse 2: Jay Critch] I walked in with a bad bitch, they don't want static I made Givenchy my fabric My diamonds flashin', givin' 'em static You still have bands in the mattress Look at the bag, how it's stackin' Had my 30s pull up like, "What happened?" Slime scorin', he play for the Magic In the foreign, she said she needs chapstick Boy, you ain't got money, it's tragic Put the dick in her mouth, now she gaggin' I woke up to some money, fantastic Make it stretch like Fantastic 4 Pussy, what you rappin' for? You a rookie, but I have to score I'm too high, I almost crashed the Porsche Butterfly, I had to catch the doors That prolly went over your head Shorty bad, had to hit her up for the head I be runnin' up four pints for the med' She goin', she tried to stay in my bed But I'm kickin' her out, yeah, pronto Ballin' like Harden, you ballin' like Lonzo Smokin' that cookie and paper and Fronto Nine to your back like a nigga named Rondo 'Cause I'm getting this green like its Boston, flossin' He ain't sign't up? It's gon' cost him I give my white girl the coke, she say, "Awesome" If you ain't talkin' no money, you lost 'em Hood fave, bitch, I'm all about dividends That money comin' around like the ceiling fan Someone need a boss and these niggas the miniman He talkin' the money, let's get it then